teh_bad_wolf | (no subject)

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Doctor, what's pink and light and can expand?

A sunrise? Sunset? A balloon? A pink ballet slipper being worn by very big feet? Well, that's no so much light as...pink. And big footed. Feeted? Feet?

I don't know, I give up. What?

Icing. I made cupcakes! They're really tiny ones, and God, I took up cooking, what's the matter with me.

Honestly? We have cupcakes? Do they taste alright?

Not that I don't think they'll be edible! Just...I had your cake once.

Quit it. My cake was lovely. Just burnt, and you ate it! These were made from a box, and aren't burnt, I promise.

I'm on my way!

Where are you, exactly? I suppose I could follow my nose, but I'm sure I'd get distracted between here and there and you'd eat them all.

You calling me fat, Doctor?

I'm coming to find you, at least I know where you are. Well, I did anyhow. You didn't go anywhere without me, did you?

Course not! To both! Especially the first! Most definitely no to the first!

Great!

Hold on then. I'll be there as soon as I can untangle this plastic wrap.

Brilliant!

I hope you like yellow cake.

Nah, hate it. Can't stand the stuff. I don't suppose you kept the spoon did you? Or maybe the bowl?

I'm not bringing the bowl over. Have you gone daft? It's clunky!

Always been daft, love. Forgotten so soon?

So I guess that's a no then? Shame that. Oh well, can't be helped!

Fine. I'll bring the spoon. But no funny business, yeah?

Oh I'm hurt, Rose. Truly, deeply hurt.

You're not bringing the bowl? You can't see it, but I'm giving you my best pouty face.

I'm still not gonna bring it.

Puppy eyes? Lower lippy thing? Still nothing?

You're a cold, cold, woman Rose Tyler.

Yup, that's me.

No, it's not you, neither is you giving up that easy. Right, bring your cupcakes and we'll eat ourselves sick! Then you and I are going to chat little miss!

Yeah? Wouldn't it be hard to chat when we're throwing up our insides? Just a thought.

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